Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2015 1:44:59 GMT
(Heavy Weights enabled)
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(Still in the Descent, walking the decks)
She’d gone through so many decks by this point, that she was tired of walking the bland halls! She even went through the entire process of seeing how information she could get out of that EMR before she just had to shut him off - the conversation could take hours and she didn't feel like telling him every little detail and explain why she couldn't explain certain things. It wasn't like she didn't try - but something had to be wrong with him that he couldn't take a non-conclusive answer as an answer. She didn't feel like she owed him an answer since he was merely a machine or more - a tool. It wasn’t like she didn’t know how he felt, being treated like nothing more than a weapon and an object by her own mother, but he was a machine.
Chellon was a machine too, wasn’t he? An android? Her mind reminded her and she let out a huff. Now it really was full guilt… As she walked down to what she read on the ship-wide map as ‘The Mess Hall’, she decided to try apologizing to him next time she saw him. She was sure he wouldn’t care about her apology with how emotionless he was but as long as she could get it off of her chest, she didn’t care.
Entering the room, her gaze was pulled to the table and chairs that surrounded the interior. They were very plain, but with the color modifications, it looked very cool and mellow; satisfactory to eat within. Walking toward the kitchen area, she looked at the pots and pans and wondered why they existed. If they have atomation technology, why did they need to make their own food? Save energy? Perhaps because they enjoy cooking? Zerori couldn’t understand the joy of wanting to cook – besides burning things, but that (to many she’d known) apparently didn’t count.
Taking a chance with the machine known as a Atomizer, she titled her head and simply called out for something she was sure existed on Earth, “Uh… A barbeque sandwich?” She asked, unsure if she should command or just ask politely. When a sound came over the machine, a light started to shine before the food she asked for materialized like magic in front of her. Eyes wide with mystification, she reached for the delightful treat and reveled in how real it felt. Without any preamble, she shoved it to her mouth and took a huge bite.
Apparently, she was hungrier than she thought. After ordering four more of the sandwiches, she felt satisfied to test out the next phase in her testing of the ships system. He didn’t mention but in passing, but it was – after all – her personal request.
Within the next few minutes, she was back in front of the Hologrid doors and searching through the programs they offered. None really seemed to jump out of her – and even few had anything very sensual to enjoy on her personal time, but she wanted something a warrior could use. She had no idea whether or not it would matter if the safeties were off but for her sake, she just turned them off anyway. “I’m stronger than most of the technology in here – I don’t anything will kill me unless I allow it to,” She mused.
Once a program had been set, something similar to a Blooded era where beings called ‘Beasts’ would kill prisoners once they were judged to fight to the death; it was appropriate, she thought as she walked inside.
It was like appearing inside of a tunnel from an open door, everything was dark with a light coming from the other side. When the door closed behind her and she looked back to see some people holding spears in her direction, she guessed that everything had started immediately. “No time to waste, then… Computer, activate Gravity Matrix to time ten normal earth gravity,” She commanded. After a few minutes, and a familiar chime, she nearly fell to one knee when the increase pushed her down. “O-Oh fuck…” She cursed, clenching her muscles to keep from buckling too quickly.
She felt the prodding of a spear at the small of her back and wince, turning to see the armored man gesture for her to move forward. With her weights – and this new gravity – perhaps she’d mad a miscalculation? Another prod and she was bleeding this time, “I’m going, damn!” She told him and struggled to her feet. Every step felt like she was trying to fill her blood with lead, heat pooling in her belly when the force of the weight was almost cramping her up.
Reaching the mouth of the light, she was blinded by the sunshine that made her feel like she was back on Earth. However, this perception was much more primitive. The armor was made of a metal that she could easily pierce and – on some of the character – very minimalistic. My kind of style, though… She mused with a hint of respect, realizing that in the days of Earth’s warrior age – she looked liked one of their greatest warriors.
A man clad in such armor strode up to her on a gilded horse, prompting her to eye him warily as he spoke in the times’ language. Luckily, it was English – either because of the translation matrixes or because the original writer of this program just didn’t care to change it. “You stand before the man who will be you executioner, should our great Lord Gruff find you unworthy! If you have any words before the battle shall begin, speak them now or die on the battle field without a last breath!”
Wow, he likes to talk. She noted and let out a scoff. “I’m going to kick your ass; how’s that?” She delivered, honestly not feeling the wittiness she felt before starting this program. The man gave her a dry laugh before dismounting his horse and walking to the middle of the area. She followed him, obviously gestured to since she was going to battle on his terms. All around her a crowd cheered and she had no doubt to who it was for.
“Tell me your name, Warrior,” He asked, softer than before – most likely a personal question rather than him performing for the crowds to hear.
“Zerori,” She responded.
“That is no name I have heard before. Are you a woman?” He returned and she frowned, getting an idea as to where this was going.
“I like to think so,” She cautiously responded, unable to cut out the slight sarcasm. He turned to her, then and stepped close, somehow towering over her and grasping her to close the distance between the two by the neck-guard of her armor.
“I offer you this,” He whispered, and she could see his eyes roam her body in earnest, nearly as animalistic as her own, “-You may be sentenced to death by gladiatorial war, but the battle field is no place for a woman. Join me at my bed side; surrender to me and I shall make certain you shall never face the pain or terror of a blade ever again,” He spoke passionately, almost as if he genuinely wanted to save her and she felt a strum at her heart from the gesture. Even the closeness wasn’t entirely unwanted.
However, her pride as a saiyan and arrogance as a demon weren’t to be insulted. She tilted her head towards him, obviously slowly gesturing towards a kiss (which was an obvious sign of her surrender) before she threw her head back and slammed it into his forehead. The impact threw him back and she simply grinned at him with a feral glint in her eye. He held the armor that protected his head and watched as it came apart, shattered where she had hit him and he stared at her in horror as it feel from his cranium.
She stepped closer, “You don’t make a deal with a demon, in exchange for their life,” For every step she took, he took crawled back more steps than she could take until he was nearly on his back and she stood over him. “After all,” She drawled, licking her lips as fire danced around her, “-that’s just not a fair trade, for you.” And with a swing of her arm, flames burst from her body and completely enveloped him.
Since he was a program, she could only imagine that he simply broke down into data and receded back into the system as a dormant file once more, waiting to be reactivated at an earlier date.
She looked up from her position in the coliseum and stared at all the stunned audience. I made a good impression, She noted to herself in pride before taking it a step further and raising a hand dramatically as she yelled, “Send me your greatest warriors and I shall render them to ashes! Come! Meet your maker or shall reduce all of this to dust in mere moments!”
And so, chaos of the beautiful kind – started…
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(Still in the Descent, walking the decks)
She’d gone through so many decks by this point, that she was tired of walking the bland halls! She even went through the entire process of seeing how information she could get out of that EMR before she just had to shut him off - the conversation could take hours and she didn't feel like telling him every little detail and explain why she couldn't explain certain things. It wasn't like she didn't try - but something had to be wrong with him that he couldn't take a non-conclusive answer as an answer. She didn't feel like she owed him an answer since he was merely a machine or more - a tool. It wasn’t like she didn’t know how he felt, being treated like nothing more than a weapon and an object by her own mother, but he was a machine.
Chellon was a machine too, wasn’t he? An android? Her mind reminded her and she let out a huff. Now it really was full guilt… As she walked down to what she read on the ship-wide map as ‘The Mess Hall’, she decided to try apologizing to him next time she saw him. She was sure he wouldn’t care about her apology with how emotionless he was but as long as she could get it off of her chest, she didn’t care.
Entering the room, her gaze was pulled to the table and chairs that surrounded the interior. They were very plain, but with the color modifications, it looked very cool and mellow; satisfactory to eat within. Walking toward the kitchen area, she looked at the pots and pans and wondered why they existed. If they have atomation technology, why did they need to make their own food? Save energy? Perhaps because they enjoy cooking? Zerori couldn’t understand the joy of wanting to cook – besides burning things, but that (to many she’d known) apparently didn’t count.
Taking a chance with the machine known as a Atomizer, she titled her head and simply called out for something she was sure existed on Earth, “Uh… A barbeque sandwich?” She asked, unsure if she should command or just ask politely. When a sound came over the machine, a light started to shine before the food she asked for materialized like magic in front of her. Eyes wide with mystification, she reached for the delightful treat and reveled in how real it felt. Without any preamble, she shoved it to her mouth and took a huge bite.
Apparently, she was hungrier than she thought. After ordering four more of the sandwiches, she felt satisfied to test out the next phase in her testing of the ships system. He didn’t mention but in passing, but it was – after all – her personal request.
Within the next few minutes, she was back in front of the Hologrid doors and searching through the programs they offered. None really seemed to jump out of her – and even few had anything very sensual to enjoy on her personal time, but she wanted something a warrior could use. She had no idea whether or not it would matter if the safeties were off but for her sake, she just turned them off anyway. “I’m stronger than most of the technology in here – I don’t anything will kill me unless I allow it to,” She mused.
Once a program had been set, something similar to a Blooded era where beings called ‘Beasts’ would kill prisoners once they were judged to fight to the death; it was appropriate, she thought as she walked inside.
It was like appearing inside of a tunnel from an open door, everything was dark with a light coming from the other side. When the door closed behind her and she looked back to see some people holding spears in her direction, she guessed that everything had started immediately. “No time to waste, then… Computer, activate Gravity Matrix to time ten normal earth gravity,” She commanded. After a few minutes, and a familiar chime, she nearly fell to one knee when the increase pushed her down. “O-Oh fuck…” She cursed, clenching her muscles to keep from buckling too quickly.
She felt the prodding of a spear at the small of her back and wince, turning to see the armored man gesture for her to move forward. With her weights – and this new gravity – perhaps she’d mad a miscalculation? Another prod and she was bleeding this time, “I’m going, damn!” She told him and struggled to her feet. Every step felt like she was trying to fill her blood with lead, heat pooling in her belly when the force of the weight was almost cramping her up.
Reaching the mouth of the light, she was blinded by the sunshine that made her feel like she was back on Earth. However, this perception was much more primitive. The armor was made of a metal that she could easily pierce and – on some of the character – very minimalistic. My kind of style, though… She mused with a hint of respect, realizing that in the days of Earth’s warrior age – she looked liked one of their greatest warriors.
A man clad in such armor strode up to her on a gilded horse, prompting her to eye him warily as he spoke in the times’ language. Luckily, it was English – either because of the translation matrixes or because the original writer of this program just didn’t care to change it. “You stand before the man who will be you executioner, should our great Lord Gruff find you unworthy! If you have any words before the battle shall begin, speak them now or die on the battle field without a last breath!”
Wow, he likes to talk. She noted and let out a scoff. “I’m going to kick your ass; how’s that?” She delivered, honestly not feeling the wittiness she felt before starting this program. The man gave her a dry laugh before dismounting his horse and walking to the middle of the area. She followed him, obviously gestured to since she was going to battle on his terms. All around her a crowd cheered and she had no doubt to who it was for.
“Tell me your name, Warrior,” He asked, softer than before – most likely a personal question rather than him performing for the crowds to hear.
“Zerori,” She responded.
“That is no name I have heard before. Are you a woman?” He returned and she frowned, getting an idea as to where this was going.
“I like to think so,” She cautiously responded, unable to cut out the slight sarcasm. He turned to her, then and stepped close, somehow towering over her and grasping her to close the distance between the two by the neck-guard of her armor.
“I offer you this,” He whispered, and she could see his eyes roam her body in earnest, nearly as animalistic as her own, “-You may be sentenced to death by gladiatorial war, but the battle field is no place for a woman. Join me at my bed side; surrender to me and I shall make certain you shall never face the pain or terror of a blade ever again,” He spoke passionately, almost as if he genuinely wanted to save her and she felt a strum at her heart from the gesture. Even the closeness wasn’t entirely unwanted.
However, her pride as a saiyan and arrogance as a demon weren’t to be insulted. She tilted her head towards him, obviously slowly gesturing towards a kiss (which was an obvious sign of her surrender) before she threw her head back and slammed it into his forehead. The impact threw him back and she simply grinned at him with a feral glint in her eye. He held the armor that protected his head and watched as it came apart, shattered where she had hit him and he stared at her in horror as it feel from his cranium.
She stepped closer, “You don’t make a deal with a demon, in exchange for their life,” For every step she took, he took crawled back more steps than she could take until he was nearly on his back and she stood over him. “After all,” She drawled, licking her lips as fire danced around her, “-that’s just not a fair trade, for you.” And with a swing of her arm, flames burst from her body and completely enveloped him.
Since he was a program, she could only imagine that he simply broke down into data and receded back into the system as a dormant file once more, waiting to be reactivated at an earlier date.
She looked up from her position in the coliseum and stared at all the stunned audience. I made a good impression, She noted to herself in pride before taking it a step further and raising a hand dramatically as she yelled, “Send me your greatest warriors and I shall render them to ashes! Come! Meet your maker or shall reduce all of this to dust in mere moments!”
And so, chaos of the beautiful kind – started…
(Words: 1,446)
